George Cukor - 1942
Cukor nicely presents a world, nearly forgetting about moving the plot forward until the end, that Spencer Tracy is uneasy turning into a noir universe. He is far to nice. The direction by Cukor is becoming more interesting; some good P.O.V. stuff, not so much SRS, longer shots. He guides us around, rather than keeping us in the same place.
Perhaps most noticeable is the greater depth here, a sign of the times, that can give some nice staging opportunities and some complex imagery.
Thematically, we have again a focus on purity, about people not 'understanding', yet they must be made to understand. Whether he likes it or not, Cukor's women are noticeably well rounded. This is also a war propoganda film; a little self-obsessed, and a little choppy for that.
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